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"First of all, Vlad is not my father; not that I even know what he looks like, and second, your father really is some weird dude. How can he be so obsessed with being God?" "He's a Cooper. Ever heard histories of a how a Cooper stripped the presidential title of a US president and even turned him to mere dust?" "Yeah..." "Ever heard of how a Cooper turned one the biggest organization in the world into mere rubbles?" "Yeah..." "Guess you know who he is now." She scrunched her brows tightly then covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god. Your dad...so it's been your father all these while...your father is the one doing those bad things...but how could..."

Anthony made small babbling sounds, as if he understood his mother's words. "I'll be praying for you and your dad, although we don't know him, he must be a man with a good heart, he didn't hesitate for a second to come and save you," she said between sobs excitedly, without imagining that the boy's father was on another stretcher, in the same room, covered by a screen, which did not let him, the child or the mother see him. The man was moved when he heard the sweet words of that woman, he took a deep breath, convinced that he was doing the right thing.

It's been a few seconds, and Anya hasn't said anything yet. “He's dead. My father died in a plane crash before we were born, so we don't know much about him”. Zeke immediately answered because he had already noticed the way his mom was uncomfortable. Anyway, behind Zeke's voice, he was secretly wishing that this incident– would really happen to Lucian someday.

I didn’t want to lie to my father anymore then I have. “Yeah ok, I’ll send you some in a bit ok. I got to go my dad’s back.” I hung up the phone, and put it into my pocket and went to greet my father. My father was really happy talking about how he was talking to this lady today at coffee, she was really nice and asked him to meet him for dinner. It was cute to see him get all excited over a date, my mother passed away when I was 3 years old from cancer. He hasn’t dated since besides the odd conversations, I was so happy to see him willing to meet someone knew.

"You should get used to him baby doll. He is going to be your father-in-law and he's one of the best men I know. You know I only choose the best for you." "But Dad, you chose his son for me." I point out the obvious. "Of course I did silly girl. What I'm trying to tell you is that a good man will raise a good man. That's all." "Alright Dad. When do I get ready?" "I'm sure Anthony will text you the details." "But he doesn't have my number." "He's highly resourceful and influential. I'd be surprised if he didn't already have your number." That sounds wrong on so many levels, but I let it be.

“And my father… he was part of this?” Adrian nodded slowly. “He was one of the founding pillars. His codename was ‘The Architect’. He was brilliant, Zara. He designed many of the protocols that still keep this world running. He wasn’t just rich… he was influential. Dangerous in a way that money can’t buy.” Zara felt a lump form in her throat. The image of her father—the man who used to read her stories, who taught her how to ride a bike, who smiled softly at dinner tables—clashing violently with this description of a powerful, shadowy figure.

I nodded, "and his grandfather?" "Well, my father's name was Sylvester and he was a hard man, who was very soft towards his grandchildren. My father passed on a couple of years before my mother, but when he was alive, he was the one who did things with Daddy that his father couldn't do with him because of his busy schedule. My father taught him everything he knows. From how to ride a unicycle to how to drive an 18 wheeler truck." "Daddy knows how to drive a truck?"

dad said grimly. I was confused. "What asshole?" I asked. "Mark Phillips. My sorry excuse of a father," dad said. his eyes were glowing with anger. Wow, he really is a piece of shit.

My father stormed off without a word. I hate ALEXANDER!

I growled. "Every fucking thing I have done to you is just the tip of the iceberg. If I find out that your fucking useless father is the reason behind my headache tonight, I swear I am going to have a team of doctors in here and have them treat you so I can torture you over and over again. I am going to knock out every teeth of yours and I am going to kill you oh so slowly! So if you want a fucking better death, you pray that your father isn't behind this!" I let go of his head as his body shook in pain.